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Long ago, a casino wouldn't have been Alastor's preferred place for a date, but now he looked forward to his and Val's weekly poker night. Partially because Valentino owned the casino where they held it, and not a single soul dared to cheat against Val in his own domain, lest they end up on his shitlist.
It allowed for Alastor's favourite kind of game: fucking with people when they were powerless to fight back. He rarely joined in the actual game, content to sit and look pretty while sipping a glass of blood, or chewing on a bone large enough to be recognizable and impossible to ignore.
"You ready to go, Al?" Came Valentino's voice, muffled through the door to the walk in closet.
"Just a second, dear!" Alastor hummed back, taking one final look at himself in the full length mirror.
He was wearing a dress for the first time, something Valentino had picked out for him a while ago. It was the most modest thing the pimp had ever spent money on, of course it was bought with the intention that Alastor was going to wear it, so it needed to be. The deer was never going to wear something skin tight that didn't even reach beyond his tail. He'd been nervous at first though, and Val had had no issue tucking it away in his closet until his love was ready, and if that day never came, he wouldn't mind one bit.
The day had come though, a spur of the moment decision. Alastor had slipped the clothing on before he could talk himself out of it.
And he had to admit, he looked good. It was a red colour that perfectly matched his hair, with a front that looked similar to his typical suit. The sleeves were short but the skirt fell to just below his knees, hiding the fact that his stockings stopped mid thigh. His feet were covered by simple red heels, ones he didn't actually plan to do much walking in.
The pimp let out a low whistle when Alastor revealed himself, "Ain't you a sight for sore eyes? You look magnificent, sweetheart."
"Flattery." Alastor purred, doing a little twirl as he soaked up the attention. "You don't look too bad yourself."
Valentino of course went with his typical attire. Fishnet tights underneath short shorts and thigh high boots, his lucky Hawaiian shirt, and on top of it all, his signature coat with his hat perched neatly on his head.
He twirled a cane in his hand as he waited beside the door, another hand held out for Alastor to take, "Shall we be off then, darlin'?"
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The casino was only a few blocks away from Porn Studios, but Valentino insisted on taking the limousine, going on and on about arriving in style. Alastor would have argued against it on any other day, but with the adventurous outfit he was wearing, he was content to go along with his husband for the night.
Valentino's chauffeur opened the door for the pimp when they arrived, and Val kept it open for Alastor.
The Radio Demon smoothed his hands over his dress, making sure it hadn't ridden up and revealed anything he didn't want on show, then tucked an arm into the crook of one of Val's elbows and all but pulled him inside of the building.
It was obvious that the atmosphere of the casino was Val's preferred setting, if the way he puffed up his chest and fought down the wide grin was anything to go by. He was immensely proud of what he'd accomplished, the empire he'd built in Hell over the past hundred years.
He turned that grin to Alastor, pressed a sloppy kiss to his temple that the shorter man didn't fight.
"Shall we be off then?" He asked.
Alastor nodded and took a step forward deeper into the casino, ignoring the sights, the sounds and the smells threatening to overload his senses.
His shadow separated from him as they approached their regular table, curling up and over Valentino's shoulder and pressed its cool cheek to the moth's.
"Oh, no, darlin', I don't need your help, not tonight." Valentino murmured, petting the creature's cheek then shooing it away.
It grinned and knocked Valentino's hat askew before dissipating, returning to its dormant form.
"Are you sure, my love?"
"Certain. Ozzie's joining the game tonight, I'm gonna beat him using just my own skill."
Ozzie. Asmodeus. And that meant his own shadow, Fizzarolli, was going to be there too.
They were going to see him in a dress.
"You failed to mention that."
Valentino paused, "Oh. I thought I had."
"You didn't."
At least Val sounded like he was being genuine, "I'm really sorry Al, you don't have to stay tonight if you're not comfortable."
"No, I will... I'll stay. Let's just get this over with."
The pimp snuck in a quick peck on the cheek before they finally made it to their usual table, in a back corner, away from most of the crowds and noise.
Asmodeus was seated on one end, opposite to Valentino and Alastor's usual seats. He was a huge demon, barely taller than Val, but whereas the pimp was lithe and sinewy, Ozzie was broad and thick, pure power. Around his neck, comfortably snuggled in his fluff like a pampered cat, was Fizzarolli.
Who, of course, had to notice Alastor and his dress immediately. Wisely, though, he chose not to say anything, just squinted his eyes and grinned.
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After Valentino had rounded the table to properly greet each of his acquaintances, he took his seat and they began their favourite game.
Asmodeus won the first round of poker, but Val was unphased, "Just warming up." He purred, "And I wouldn't want Ozzie to feel unwelcome for his first visit in months. I don't plan on losing again." He cracked his knuckles and leaned back, slung one arm over Alastor's shoulders and pulled him closer. He won the next two rounds with only the smallest of struggles. He looked slowly around the table, cocked an eyebrow, "Now what do you say we start raising the stakes a little, hm? No betting cash this round. Winner takes all."
"What were you thinking, Valentino?" Was Asmodeus's answering croon.
"You know I've been eyeing that vehicle of yours for a while now."
Asmodeus clapped his hands together and belted out a laugh, dislodging Fizzarolli briefly, "Oh, bold!"
Val shrugged, "Go big or go home."
"What about whores?" Piped up another demon seated around the table.
Alastor never quite bothered to remember his name and he sneered as he watched the perverted demon glance between him and Fizzarolli.
Luckily, Valentino was quick to cut off Alastor's threat, his arm tightening and a dark growl leaving his throat, "Nothing living." He forced a laugh, managed to make it sound natural, "Or, well, breathing I should say. Inanimate objects only. And for that, Dante, you can throw in your meager little patch of territory and your contract."
"What? That isn't fair! Where the Hell else am I gonna sell my product if someone else gets all that?"
Red teeth glinted in the low light, not unlike freshly spilled blood, "Better win."
"And what are you throwin' in, boss?" Asked another demon.
Valentino removed his coat and folded it over the back of his chair. The top few buttons of his shirt were undone, showing off his chest and the light dusting of hair there. Hair that Alastor knew from experience was very soft against his cheek.
He cleared his throat and hid his blush in his glass of scotch.
Val caught his eyes and winked, then turned his attention back to the group. "Now I know none of you would want to own this old thing, but I do know some fans who would pay a pretty penny just for a sniff." He leaned down and presented his cheek to the deer, gave it a tap, "How about a kiss for good luck, sweetheart?"
Alastor pretended to mull it over, then took a hold of the pimp's chin and placed a chaste kiss on his blue skin. "Good luck," He murmured. After a second of thought, he swooped in for a deeper kiss on the lips, then patted the taller demon on the shoulder. Another moment of thought and he decided to Hell with it and climbed into Valentino's lap. He took his time getting comfortable, adjusting his dress, feeling the way Val's muscles moved against his back.
A strong arm secured itself around his waist, lips finding his ears to press several kisses to them. "Thank you, baby." Val whispered, giving him one last kiss before the next round began.
He won, of course, and Valentino twirled a set of keys around his fingers triumphantly, "I'll let you join when we take it for a spin later."
Asmodeus shrugged nonchalantly, leaning back and scratching Fizzarolli's chin, "I was due for an upgrade anyway, Fizzy and I have thoroughly worn that old girl out."
Alastor grimaced and Valentino laughed behind him.
"Val, if you don't burn that thing-"
"Hush, you." Val chuckled, "We'll find a use for it."
"Well I certainly won't be going anywhere near it."
"Enough!" The shout was accompanied by the sound of smashing glass.
It was Dante, shaking, a furious look twisting his features.
"You're going to take everything from me and then flaunt that slut?" He seethed, "I want him."
"I already said we aren't betting partners. Sit down, Dante." Valentino spoke firmly, straightening up, "Besides, you don't even have one, it wouldn't be fair."
Alastor abruptly slipped out of Valentino's lap and climbed onto his vacant chair, then stepped up onto the table. He ignored the discomfort at the potential upskirt view he was providing for Valentino's friends, and came to a stop directly in front of Dante.
The lights flickered, reacting with the energy building around Alastor, his anger, his disgust. "You seem to be forgetting who I am." He started, "You seem to be forgetting that Valentino does not own me and he certainly doesn't control me. I stayed because my dear Valentino was having fun, and I deemed you too insignificant to deal with, but I have had it up to here-" He growled and held one hand above his head, red eyes glaring daggers at the demon his shadow now held captive. "Unfortunately, being someone my husband considers a friend will not save you."
He lowered his hand and held it out, palm up, like he was showing it was empty, free of hidden cards, then slowly began to close his hand into a fist. Nothing happened until it had closed completely, Dante imploding before his eyes.
Blood splattered across his stockings, the chair, the demons beside him, cards and chips, some drops even landed on Asmodeus's suit.
"Apologies." The Radio Demon spoke sincerely, waving his hand and watching the small flecks dissipate. He left the other two demon's drenched.
When he dared look back at Valentino, the pimp was sitting, coat now on, both pairs of arms crossed over his chest. Resigned.
Alastor would have felt bad for ruining the night, if murder wasn't usually a part of their poker games. Besides he was just proving a point. He might have spent more time in recent months hanging on Valentino's arm like a pretty little sidepiece, but he was still the man who had broadcast the slaughter of several overlords to radios all over Hell. Sometimes, demons just needed a little reminder of his origins.
"Stunning, babe!" Val called out, clapping, "Flawless!" He got to his feet and took Alastor's hand when the smaller demon approached. The deer still only came up to his chest. "Was that the grand finale?"
"I suppose it was." Alastor muttered, inspecting his nails, "I don't feel like acting any more tonight."
"Fair enough." Valentino kissed his forehead and helped him down from the table, then spun on his heel, "Ozzie! We'll reschedule, just the two of us, plus one's welcome. Give you a chance to win back that car."
Asmodeus rolled his eyes but shooed the couple away, "Go take care of your little doe, Fizzy and I can still have some fun here."
Alastor snorted, but Valentino was already herding him away, two arms wrapped firmly around him.
"Do you want me to call the limo? Or we can take-"
"I already set it on fire."
"Al!" The tone was reprimanding, but Valentino was soon laughing, "I let you get away with too much."
"It was for the best." Alastor hummed, "And you don't let me do anything."
"Eh, details." Val shrugged and scooped his lover into his arms, ignoring the protests and complaints, "We'll just have to walk then, and you are not wearing the appropriate footwear for such a long journey."
Exasperated, Alastor rolled his eyes, but settled against Val's chest. "I don't think I'll be wearing a dress next time."